in which an ordinary school's drama club turns out to be the entire school's ego. 'when we're on that stage, only you and me know that what we're doing isn't acting, we're sorting out our issues.'
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The hell was that?!
Did that airhead really leave after dropping a bomb that big? What a terrorist. I plainly stare down at my phone screen til it goes black and turns off. The amount of confusion going through my brain is astronomical.
What was that idiot even rambling about? Probably just pissed he doesn't get attention. Now where is that tall guy-? I swear I saw him run this way.
I freeze mid-tracks at the chilling sound of someone crying nearby. It sounds like a dude, what kind of dude cries-
My heart immediately pauses for a minute. I was taken aback by the unexpected silhouette popping out from behind the corner, "...Kiyoomi..?"
